My Grandmother is not like most grandmothers. She swears like a sailor, can drink me under the table, and is practically mayor of her small Pennsylvanian town. Taking her to Disney World was lots of fun. She gets tickled by just about anything and was appreciative of all the things we showed her. She loved Cirque du Soleil, eating cajun popcorn at the side of the pool, and she kept threatening to quit her job and move down to Disney World to be Goofy (or, as we’ve learned to say, “be Goofy’s friend”)–a joke that she made so many times we eventually stopped laughing and started to worry. To be honest, I don’t think Disney World would be able to handle her.